A Wicked Plan

"You?" Emma scoffed. "What have you done for me, except torturing me? You don't deserve a girl like me!" 

"Really?" he couldn't believe that this mortal was saying it. "As far as I remember, you screamed my name on your lips when you came all over my mouth and then around my cock." 

She blushed heavily and got restless. She did love it and her thighs clenched as dull ache began to build in her belly at the thought of it. 

"If I will sink my fangs in you and drink your blood, trust me you will never be able to get away from me," he said, his voice growing husky with need. 

She took a deep breath, contemplating it. Their gazes locked and she felt like she was helpless. Why was it that he attracted her to the extent that she lost her senses? Her breasts felt heavy and she shifted in her place.